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[Intro: Bushwick Bill]Yes.. it is I says me..And all who agree.. are more than three, cause they we.. (*laughter*)Yes.. yo! I'm in the house now for sureBecause I wanna talk about the hearts of menwho knows what evil lurks within themBut let's take a travel down the blindsideAnd see what we find on this... path... called...[Verse One: Kurupt]Stranded on Death Row, so duck when I swing my shitI get rugged like Rawhead Rex with fat tracks that fitsThe gangsta type, what I recite's kinda lethalNiggaz know, the flow that I kick, there's no refillI'm murderin niggaz, yo, and maybe because of the toneI kicks when I grip the mic and kick shit niggaz can't fuck withSo remember I go hardcore, and slamNuff respect like a sensei, ba-bash like Van DammeSo any nigga that claim they bossinWhat don't you bring your ass on over to Crenshaw and SlaussonTake a walk through the hood, and we up to no goodSlangin on things like a real O.G. shouldI'm stackin and mackin and packin a ten soWhen you're slippin, I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-tripppinCause it's Death Row, rollin like the mafiaThink about whoopin some ass, but what the fuck stoppin ya?Ain't nathin but a busterI'm "Stranded on Death Row" for pumpin slugs in motherfuckersNow you know you're outdone, feel the shotgunKurupt inmate cell block one[Verse Two: RBX]No prevention from this lynchin of sortsYour're a victim, from my driveby of thoughtsNo extensions, all attempts are to failBlinded by the light, it's time you learn braileFrom the lunatic, I'm death like arsenicWhen I kick a wicked raps, Dr. Dre will hit the scratchWith treachery, my literary form will blastAnd totally surpass the normNot a storm, plural, make it, many stormsWhen I'm vexed, I fly leg necks and armsIn this dimension, I'm the presenterAnd the inventor, and the tormentorDeranged, like the Hillside StranglerMC mangler, tough like WranglerI write a rhyme, hard as concreteStep to the heat and get burned like mesquite!So what you wanna do?The narrator RBX, cell block two[Verse Three: The Lady of Rage]Rage, lyrical murderer; "Stranded on Death Row"And now I'm servin a - lifetime sentenceThere'll be no repentenceSince it's the life that I choose to lead I plead guiltyOn all counts let the ball bounce where it mayIt's just another clip into my AKBuck 'em down with my underground tacticsFacts and stacks of clips on my matress -bed frame there's another dead, bangLayin lame put to shame, who's to blame?Me, the Lady of Rage, a woman cominfrom the D-E-A-T-Hin, R-O-W takin, no shitSo flip and you're bound to get droppedIt's 187 on motherfuckers don't stopHandcuffed as I bust there'll be no debateIt's Rage, from cell block eight[Verse Four: Snoop Doggy Dogg]Aiyyo steppin through the fog and creepin through the smogIt's the number one nigga from the hood Doggy DoggMakin videos, now I stay in HollywoodBustin raps for my snaps now they call me EastwoodDre is the Dr. and my homey little niggaWarren G is my hand and my hand's on the triggaShootin at the hoes with the game that I gotSent to Death Row cause I wanted to make a grip from servin my rocksAnd I'm still, servin for mines, peaceto my motherfuckin homies doin timeIn the pen and the county jailMobbin with your blues on, mad as hellAnd you say yeah fuck the policeAnd all the homies on the streets is all about peaceAnd it's drivin the cops crazyBut ain't nuttin but a black thing bay-bee, uhhh{*Snoop starts singing*}Uhh I'm not flaggin, but I'm just sagginI betcha don't wanna see the D-O double GAnd you can't see, the D-R to the EOr my motherfuckin homey D.O.C.You know you can't fuck with my motherfuckin DJThat's my homey and we call him Warren G{*Snoop stops singing*}Yeah, and you don't stopDoggy Dogg break 'em down with the motherfuckin Dogg PoundThat's the only way we'll beat 'em manWe gotta smoke 'em, then choke 'em like the motherfuckin peter manIt's like three and to the two and two and to the oneCell block four peace Doggy Dogg's done[Outro: Bushwick Bill]Yo, now you know the path I'm onYou think you're strong, see if you can travel onCause only the weak, will try to speakThose who are quiet, will always cause riotsThere's three types of people in the worldThose who don't know what happenedThose who wonder what happenedAnd people like us from the streets that MAKE things happen!more